Once I was a clever boy learning the arts of Oxford... is a quotation from the verses written by Bishop Richard Fleming (c.1385-1431) for his tomb in Lincoln Cathedral. Fleming, the founder of Lincoln College in Oxford, is the subject of my research for a D. Phil., and, like me, a son of the West Riding. I have remarked in the past that I have a deeply meaningful on-going relationship with a dead fifteenth century bishop... it was Fleming who, in effect, enabled me to come to Oxford and to learn its arts, and for that I am immensely grateful.


Tuesday, 17 September 2024

More on the death of King Louis XVIII


By chance I came upon a blog post by Catherine Curzon from a decade ago about the death of King Louis XVIII in 1824. 

The account records the declining health of the King from the beginning of 1824, and its distressing nature as gangrene worked its way slowly through his system. Notwithstanding that he continued as best he could to exercise his functions as monarch until only a few days before his death.

The article, together with comments, can be seen at "The king rotted on his throne": The Death of Louis XVIII


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